Epiphany I

I have finally figured out why people go into photo booths in public places like the mall and at carnivals.

No, not because they want a bunch of cute pictures to give to their friends and loved ones.

Because they are going to their secret spy lairs hidden underground!!!!!

It all makes sense. With the cheap price of disposable (even disposable digital) cameras, who would need to spend 4 dollars on only 6 photos? Not a normal person! So, therefore, they must be a SPY.

The flashes of the "camera" distract the casual onlooker to the chair dropping suddenly into the dark depths of the spy lair. I'm sure there are professional "Super Secret Spy Chute" finders (because of course there have to be decoys) and repairmen who are under oath by the FBI.

Or maybe they use computers and humanoid robots.

I hope not, because the robots will probably revolt and kill all of our spies by making the photo booths secretly blow up, and then we will have no more spies. That would be bad.

I hope now that the cat is out of the bag the government won't try to track me down and kill me.